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The Islamic state of Saudi Arabia under rein of King Saleman bin Abdulasi Al Sauid was unique in the year 2018. A desert state where the deeply religious Bedouin traditional tribes still lived in tents and raced camels, but still had their input in state affairs, and more importantly how their oil money was spent, it was indeed unique. Sauid was the oldest of seven brothers that were now in absolute control of the country since the death of his half brother Abdula. The former King had died peacefully in bed of a lung infection at the ripe old age of 90. Sauid was 79 at the time he was confirmed in 2015, and had 10 sons and one daughter still living by at least 3 different wives and had no real ideal how many royal bastards were on the State’s payroll. His most famous son Prince Sultan became the first Sauid to go into space when he joined a 1985 mission on the US space shuttle Discovery. He was something of a legend to the superstitious and traditional deeply religious Bedouin tribesmen. He was the first to reach Allah’s Heaven and return. He is now head of the Saudi Commission for Tourism and Antiquities which is also their equivalent of the CIA. All of the actual power structure now was well educated and most of the Osama bin Laden’s were rooted out after 9/11/2001.
God’s Eye was a project originally started by King Fahd in 1983 to commemorate his ascension to the throne. It was to be a probe to go to the Oort Clouds and study comets which greatly influenced events in his country. After many years, and three kings latter, the Eye was finally launched and on it’s way to the edge of our solar system courtesy of a Russian liquid fueled heavy lifter rocket. August 2018 saw the King in the Project’s compound looking back at the dark side of the Moon through the probe’s high resolution telescope. He had even had them to slow the probe down where he would have a good look. They were all looking at the Moon when they had spotted a large ocean going vessel that suddenly appeared on their monitor screen. Momentarily there was even a radar return on the object, then it disappeared again. Just like that it was gone.
For maybe thirty minutes the compound was a mad house, everybody asking everybody else, did you see that, did you see that. Then everybody deflated and everybody tried to convince themselves that they hadn’t really seen anything. Most of the scientists wanted to chalk it up to a mass hallucination of some kind. All the others argued it was an optical illusion, like ice crystals on the camera lens or something. The King wouldn’t hear any of it. After all it had been his Royal Majesty that directed them to turn the camera around in the first place, and Praise be to Allah, he had seen what he had seen.“Damn it all my good fellow I know what I saw”, he snapped in his best Oxford educated English accent. So the captured video was analyzed and the ship identified as a USN Hope Class Hospital Ship from the Korean War era though the name was not on any USN roll they could pull up on Google, but names are easily changed.
The King ordered the probe stopped and turned around. Once again the project managers and scientists tried to argue with the King. The ship, or whatever it was, was gone now they argued. Let’s proceed with the mission they argued. Let somebody else investigate Hope ships in space. In America, a democracy, the mission would have probably proceeded, but this was the King and his word was absolute law in his kingdom. After coolly explaining that he would have them all shot if they didn’t comply with his request, the probe was soon heading back to the Moon. When it reached it’s original position it was halted and they waited, and waited, and waited, and finally on the seventh day the Hope Ship reappeared. Only it was a different Hope Ship this time.
Within minutes the King was completely aware of what this meant and ruthlessly rounded up all the foreign scientists and had them imprisoned, well held incognito at the compound for an indefinite time, by the Royal Guard that was with him. At the same time he had all outgoing communications cut off. That was one of the benefits of being the absolute monarch of a country like KSA with no democratic process to speak of. Now he had time to think. Of course all he had to do now was figure out what to do with his secret.
The implications were that the United States had a secret space fleet of ships with cloaking abilities on the dark side of the Moon. A fleet of ships that nobody else knew anything about, with abilities that nobody was aware of. What confirmed that hypothesis was the fact that there were at least two different ships, a fact which implied there were more. Now he had to contact, no he had to have his son Prince Sultan brought to the compound immediately. He needed to find out more about these ships before he could make any use of this information.
Hours latter at the Royal compound of Project God’s Eye, Prince Sultan was brought before his Father the King.
“My Father what have I done to warrant such disrespect, being pulled out of my favorite concubine’s bed and dragged here in the dead of night My Father.” Sultan complained.
“You are favored my son. Are you not in charge of my Intelligence Service My Son. Did you not enter the heavens in one of the American Infidels flying ships. I need your full attention on what I have discovered My Son. Attend me”, and with that the King turned on the films of the two ships arriving.
“My Father clearly you have been dabbling in what the American Gamers call creative science fiction for some reason. Who ever faked up these videos is creative, I will give you that, but none of this could possibly be real.”
“You are wrong what your eyes have witnessed is absolutely real, and is still happening.”
“Have you confronted the Americans about this My Father?”
“No and I have not approached the Russians either, and do not intend to until I know much more.” He paused and steeped his finger. A sure sign to his son to remain quite while his farther contemplated his choices. Moments latter he looked up and made eye contact with his son.
“You still have your contacts in the Americans space program.” The King asked.
“Yes, but I have done no more than contact them on FaceBook in years.” Sultan shrugged.
“Well you will renew you friendships. Then you will, how do the Americans say it. Oh yes, you will run down ALL the American Hope ships and find out if any are missing. You will account for ALL. Do I make myself clear,” his father flatly stated.
“What? You really believe that they have somehow turned old World War II ocean going ships into large space ships.”
“By the wisdom of Allah, I have seen what I have seen My Son. Right now all the skilled outsiders, especially the infidel scientists we hired are being held under guard in the compound. They are already screaming like jackals for their embassies, but no one will listen. The Project itself is being run now by only my most trusted people. People of my own household personally loyal to me,” the King informed Sultan.
“Is that wise My Father,” Sultan asked.
“As wise as necessity demands My Son,” his father shot back.
“Perhaps it is time our infamous mutawain, the zealous volunteers of the religious police, the good Committee for the Propagation of Virtue and the Prevention of Vice, to step in My Father. I am sure that they can find some reason to detain these persons, and you can step in latter and save them in a short while after all this is over, ha, ha.”
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